How Did I Get Here? Only Ninja Kitty Knows.

      Well the BHOC (Black Hole of Cuteness) has been settling in quite nicely--she's getting along with her siblings, happily crunching dry kitten food, and primly making use of the low-rider litter box we've provided her. So far, so good. Right now we're leaning towards Donna's suggestion for her real name: Cricket. It seems to fit her little black bug appearance as well as her tiny chirping meow. Of course she won't be tiny forever (or even for long), but Cricket seems to suit.
      Or perhaps we should call her Enigma, the Ninja Cat of Secret Stealth. I left the critters alone together this morning to go get some strawberries and veggies at Hilltop Farms, the CSA we belong to. When I got home, Greta and Porter greeted me as usual, but Cricket was nowhere to be found. I looked into all the places to which she has gravitated in her first few days with us, but nothing. She can barely jump high enough to grab and pull herself up into a kitchen chair, she wasn't on the floor or any of the low furniture, and I was beginning to get worried. Had she somehow sneaked out the door behind me when I left? Finally, me eyes rose a little bit, and there she was.

















      How did she do it? As you can see in the picture, there's nothing next to that tall bookshelf to leap from, and as I said, she can't really leap yet anyway. Look at her peeking out from behind the day-by-day calendar, (you can see her little eyes glowing from the top shelf in the picture on the right) smug in the knowledge that she's blown my mind with her mad ninja kitty skills. Spooky.
      Except I'm pretty sure she's going to need me to get her down.